— Forgive us, my mother-in-law suffers from illness, and sometimes she loses awareness of her words. Father, please continue; her statements mean nothing. She is confused.
— But I am not ill! — my mother-in-law protested.
— Yes, yes, of course you’re fine, you just skipped your medicine briefly. Now it’s fine, and I’ll bring it later, — I answered kindly.
Bewildered, she stepped aside and sat down, and the ceremony carried on. We were married, and in that instant, I realized: sometimes, in order to protect happiness, you must rely on wit.
